I am feeling dozy here on the bed in my pajamas with the rockets on them. The kids are quiet - I think they have gone to bed. I should, too. Morning comes early: I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow so I can get Sara to school for an early-morning chemistry lab.
The weekend sort of blew me away. How do I write about all of this? I give up.
We had guests for supper three nights in a row.
Chuck's half-brother is in the ICU back in his hometown in Illinois. He started a fight, but the other guy finished it. Chuck's father called today to say it looks like Ben is going to live.
Chuck has gone to contract on a four-plex. This, along with my rental house, constitutes our real estate empire.
We had our river-trip consortium potluck tonight and applied collectively for permits for the Main Salmon, Middle Fork of the Salmon, Yampa, Selway, San Juan and Rogue Rivers.
No wonder my head is heavy.